1203

Intro riff goes like this (also relative to capo on the 3rd fret):
E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
B|------3-0------3--0---------------------3--5--0-----0----------| 
G|-0h2------2-0-------2--4--0---4--2--0------------0-------------| 
D|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
A|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 

E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
B|----------3--0---------------------3--5--0-----0---------------| 
G|-4--2--0--------2--4--0---4--2--0-----------0------------------| 
D|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
A|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 


[Intro]

G C (x4)

[Verse]

G                     C
12:03 PM on a Sunday morning,
     G
I'm waiting on this girl to call me.
             C
I'm learning to roll cones a little better.
C
Everything today will have a pineapple back.
          G
And I've made a lot of miles this year
         C           G
But the miles don't mean much when they
                         C
always cycle me back to you.
C
Always tethered like a toy to your finger.
C
You walk me like a dog and I'm sick of rolling over.
         Am                                C/B
Now I'm swinging broad and wide and random,
     C
Whatever direction takes me away from you,
              G     D
That's the direction
         Em
I wanna head in.

[Chorus]

         Am
Limited range to haunt
         C/B       C
Thankful for the friends I've got

[Interlude]

G C (x4)

[Verse]

G                                           C
I want what I want, not what you've got to give to me,
      G
Well maybe that's naivety, but as long as I'm still breathing
   C
I prefer to live a little bit reckless.
C
Whatever takes the edge off and alleviates the swelling.
          G                             C
Well you only ever really know you're living
        G
You're totally sure that you're dying.
          C
Maybe we get where we wanna go. I don't know. Fuck it.
C
Maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole
          Am
Well if I got a leg to stand on then I'm pretty sure
           C/B    C
That I can work myself up into a run.
          G            D      Em
And I'll keep heading your direction.

[Chorus]

         Am
Limited range to haunt
         C/B       C
Thankful for the friends I've got

[Solo]

G C (x7)

G

[Bridge]

     Am                                                    C/B
Sometimes you gotta get a little high to get some new perspective.
C
If there's a chance I could share the view with you.
       G            D          Em
And I keep waiting for you to call.

[Chorus]

        Am
Limited range to haunt
         C/B       C
Thankful for the friends I've got